So, I was sort of invited to meet somebody for morning coffee today. I have to applaud her on doing it so slyly. She gave me a place and the time she'd be there, coupled with the comment that I'd probably not even be awake by then. I'm actually less morning resistant than I was a few months ago, and while yesterday I spent a good part of the day lounging in bed, it was more because there was no place I felt inclined to go than any actual intention. Since the location is a cafe that is my second home anyway, and since I never sneer at coffee, I was there (though to be on the safe side, I'd made no promises ahead of time, since sometimes I really am that lazy in the morning). All in all, I think it went well. She did ask me a question which set me into epic narrative mode, but it seemed to work well for conversation, as something I said would prompt her into an off-shoot, we'd follow it a while, and when that wore down, I could return to the story, so that even if I was telling an epic, I don't think I was trying to control the conversation.
The problem I have with these things is that I'm never sure what I think about the woman. It's as if I'm so busy presenting myself, trying to see if she likes me, that I'm not entirely sure what I think of her. Still, I think if she was willing, I would probably enjoy at least passing another Sunday morning in this fashion, during which I'd probably feel more relaxed and better judgements could be made.
Afterwards, I departed the cafe intending to get home before ana and toxicfur were to arrive and whisk me off to outer-suburbia to meet Kellnerin for Sunday Brunch Writing. About 5 minutes from home, ana called to ask where I was, and I assured him that I would be there soon. Luckily, I had gone for coffee with everything I needed in my bag of holding so I was able to just hop into the car and be off. Barely out of my neighborhood, ana noted the Arlington Necropolis, it's just on the other side of $busy street, and thus I had never noticed how close by it is.
"This street delineates the end of the world for me."
"There be dragons here," said ana.
While I'm perhaps not as unaccustomed to the suburbs as I like to pretend, I am still heartily a city dweller. I spent a good many years without subways roaring beneath my feet, and I missed it. I find cities strangely humanizing.
So all along the drive, I'd ask if there were monsters in this stretch of woods.
"See that wall," I pointed at a barrier along the highway, "That's to keep the sasquatch in!"
If ana and toxic found me annoying, they can at least be glad that I didn't start up a refrain of "Are we there yet?"
We made it to Panera without being abducted by any Big-footed predators, and even found parking rather easily, despite the close proximity of a Walmart, and the various Christmas shoppers it attracts.
Inside, I had soup in a bread bowl with bread on the side. (They really threw me off with the question of side, who gets a side with soup?) Sadly, we were out-smarted on getting all four of us into the irc chat-room, though the others were able to find clever ways around it, I found myself disenfranchised. Really, though, my goal in writing today was to include a fiber-optic Christmas tree. ("Aethucyn is still not allowed to come up with prompts" declared Kellnerin)
My urge to write about a fake Christmas tree aside, I am not a great lover of the holidays, though I'm not a great hater of them either. Some years, I've gone whole-heartedly into the present giving. I usually make some effort towards Toys for Tots or some similar organization (I tend to donate classic board games, particularly chess sets. A vanity in hoping that I can somehow give these kids more than five minutes entertainment with the craze of the week). I really do like the lights, and I kind of delight in the over the top displays that some people put up. This is the first time I've seen the giant inflatable sno-globes, and I am delighted to see that the industry is not resting on their laurels. More personally, though, the season makes me more than a little lonely. I've spent at least 4 of them entirely alone, perhaps more. While on the one hand, it's not really my holiday, on the other, there's still that sense that I'm missing out on something. I've been considering taking the postponed Rhode Island trip over Christmas weekend, but I'm still not entirely sure...
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